You know that feeling of plunging?

Deep deep deep

Except not into water but into your brain?

For me it goes like this:

I go to bed and can't sleep

So I start imagining.

I build a whole world in my wakefulness

and fill it with a fictional romance

Butterflies in my stomach and fire in my nethers.

Then I'll notice that narrative slip

into chaos and quirkiness

and that's when it comes to feed.

Kissing turns into flying on a Pegasus,

Talking turns into a spatial action scene

and getting hot into trying to catch frogs.

These secondary worlds are so surreal

But I'm invested in them in such a beautiful way

But still I have to drag myself back to keep my sanity.

The night is dark and the moonlight bleaches my face,

I feel myself slipping but my will wastes away

And I plunge.

The light that filters down through purply blue water,

It dances between my fingers.

The currents that swirl around in Ying Yang

They play with my hair.

And little do I know

that as I drift down below.

A dark creature's shadow darkens my heel.

And then they approach

all those electric lights

A myriad of different worlds and lives

Rising to surround me.

Zooming up

There's no time

Zapped by their light

I'm trapped.